Ninja World: Insect Princess From Konoha

Chapter 283: Two Uchiha

Madara channeled a ninja sword and held it in his hand, facing Jiri far away.

Electric arcs jumped up from Zhili's body, and the blue arc brought blood dancing. At this time, his long purple wavy hair turned into messy black short wavy hair.

The parasitic parasites are already dead, and Izanagi cannot resurrect them.

The missing section of hair was burned by the flames.

Thunder escape?

What this guy is best at is probably Thunder Escape.

Simultaneously, the same blue arc of lightning jumped on Madara's body.

Thunder Chakra stimulates cell activation.

A glance at such a simple thing is enough.

The two of them stared at each other quietly, while slowly approaching each other.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters, five meters

Pulled by the Qi machine, the two of them started to attack at the same time.

He raised his hand violently, and a bolt of kunai shot out of Zhijiri's hand. The momentum was as fast as thunder, and it only hit Madara's face in the blink of an eye.

Has it become faster?

No! It’s because I’m slowing down!

Pain, injury, aging, fatigue, chakra depletion, the superposition of various reasons lead to slowness in one's skills.

Madara raised his sword and hit the kunai, there was a heavy collision, and the next moment, Jiri had already attacked in front of him.

Slash Madara's neck straight with the knife!

At the same time, Madara slashed Jiri's chest with his sword!

The two knives crossed each other in the air.

But, there was no flash.

This guy has no intention of dodge!

Madara's pupils shrank, this momentum, this desperate fighting style.

Being underestimated! !

Raising his free hand and placing it in the path of the sword, Madara's attack continued unabated.

Blood splashed on both sides, pouring all over the other's face.

He grabbed Madara's sword with one hand and pressed down on the chopped sword with the other hand.

Chakra burst out with all its strength on both sides, and then roared.

"Nisunai!!"

Jiri's eyes were crazy, and veins popped out on his **** arms. He pressed the sword hard, pushing Madara's sword-grabbing hand closer to his neck.

"Stinky girl!!" Madara roared, looking into Jiri's eyes, grabbing the sword tightly and pressing the blade against Jiri's chest.

The two of them were wrestling on the spot like two wild bulls.

Don't give in to each other!

This strange power! ?

It's simply not like the strength this physique can possess.

Blood splattered on their hands, and a series of scalp-numbing creaking sounds were heard. This was the friction sound of the sword blade cutting into the bones, and the wail of the hand bones being overwhelmed under the sword blade.

The stalemate lasted only a few seconds, and Madara stumbled to one knee.

In terms of strength, he was actually suppressed by the younger generation.

He thought Tsunade was the only one who could do this.

Does the girl in front of me also know how to use strange powers?

At this time, Zhili took a deep breath, then opened his mouth, and a little spark floated out of his mouth.

Unprinted Fire Escape!

The next second, flames erupted, and at a very close range, Zhili sprayed out a burst of fire at Madara's face.

There was no way to dodge the bursting flames, and the two of them were swept into the sea of ​​​​fire.

Invisible repulsive force was released, and with a loud bang, the sea of ​​fire disappeared instantly and was scattered. At the same time, a figure flew out upside down.

The technique of Shinra Tianzheng is a very practical and affordable technique.

Chakra consumption is controllable and can be adjusted according to power.

The fly in the ointment is the lethality.

Madara stood up from his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The injury got worse.

Attacks from everywhere are impossible to defend against.

However, the girl in front of her should be in the same situation as herself.

But it seems that she is in better condition than herself.

Is it because of the time difference?

It shouldn't be such a simple reason.

Does she have any means of defense?

Madara looked up at Jiri. Jiri rolled in the air and landed on the ground. He randomly turned into a bolt of lightning and ran in a straight line on the ground.

"Madara! Are you scared? Don't shrink back! Come on! Don't you want to dance!"

Simple aggressive strategies.

But it works.

Hearing this, Madara showed a ferocious smile, and then he ran towards Zhili in the same way.

"Uchiha Jiri! Come! More! Hahahahahaha!"

It's like a repeat of the previous scene.

Without dodging or dodging, the two of them slashed at each other's neck with their swords.

Who is the grandson who is cowardly?

There is no technical beauty, only raw and **** fighting.

The two of them slashed hard with their swords, hitting the left hands they were blocking. The blades cut deeply into the flesh and hit the bones of the hands, causing blood to splash everywhere.

After a brief stalemate, each drew his sword and slashed at the opponent's front door at the same time.

The two swords crossed each other, and the two men tilted their heads slightly. The sharp blade grazed their cheeks, cut off an ear, and struck **** their shoulders, sinking deeply into the flesh, almost splitting it open completely.

The inability to cut through the hand is due to chakra. The shoulder position is not very easy for both of them to gather chakra.

There were biosteel clothes in Prindicherry, but they were burnt down.

They both groaned at the same time.

"Stinky girl! You don't hide! Are you scared?" Madara roared in a deep voice at Jiri's face, pressing down hard with his hand.

"Smelly old man! What are you hiding from! Are you scared?" Zhili growled, pressing down hard with all his strength.

"What a joke! Who do you think I am!" Madara roared.

"Ha!? I don't care who you are!! Are you kidding me!! You're obviously scared!! Hey! You're even trembling with fear!" Zhili roared.

The two of them slowly lowered their bodies, bent their knees, and hit the ground heavily. Their bodies instinctively trembled slightly under the severe pain.

"You're the one who's so scared that your whole body is trembling! You stinky girl! Stop talking nonsense!"

"You're almost out of strength! Stinky old man! Nisnei!!"

"It's a hundred years too early! Your knife is too weak!"

As they spoke, the two of them spurted a mouthful of blood at the same time, covering each other's body.

"I'm vomiting blood! It's really useless!" Zhili laughed, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You stinky girl who doesn't know any manners! I've tolerated this for a long time! I just spat! What nonsense are you talking about!" Madara roared.

"Hahahahaha!!" Zhili laughed wildly and said, "Are you going to laugh me to death! You tough-tongued old man!"

"Hahahahaha!!" Madara laughed wildly: "You foul-mouthed girl is so ridiculous! Didn't you vomit!"

"That's saliva! Are you blind?"

"Hahahahahaha!! Sinai!!"

The strength in my hand is no longer enough to chop it down.

Both men knew this.

The next second, the light of lightning lit up on the blade. Feeling the numbness on his body, Madara's knife also lit up with the light of lightning.

The two knives turned into blazing white in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the knife cuts smoothly, as easily as cutting butter.

Two arms flew in the air and fell. At the same time, the two men abandoned their swords and stood up. The electric light flashed on their hands and the barrels were aimed at each other's chest.

The arms pass through the chest.

Madara looked at Jiri and said softly: "Among the Uchiha clan, you are the only girl who is pleasing to the eye."

"You are the only one who hates the Uchiha clan the most." Jiri replied coldly.

The two of them pulled out their arms at the same time, staggered back, and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

"Huh huh huh, hahahahahahaha." Madara laughed wildly and said, "Smelly girl, your dancing is really ugly."

"It's just a dance if you can dance." Zhili said, "It's not a dance if you dance ugly."

"Forget it." Spotted Head said.

Gradually there was no sound.

Opposite him, Zhili lowered his head, stopped breathing, and made no sound.

The game has just begun.